Beast Coast – Distance lyrics

[Intro: Joey Bada$$]
Yeah
Uh, huh
Ain't know my mind

[Verse 1: Joey Bada$$]
Nigga life end if he starting with me
My niggas still going hard in these streets
Triple six nigga, the mark of the beast
I unlocked my potential, I’m feeling unleashed (Sheesh)
I put that bitch on a leash (Leash)
Hit 'em all 'til they deceased (Deceased)
No let mercy on my enemy (Enemy)
Know I make it by any means (By any means)
Know I won’t fall I ain't coppin' no cleats (Cleats)
Pull my dick out and she drop on her knees (Knees)
Power P, he goin' dumb on the beat (Beat)
I do not know who they want me to be

[Chorus: Joey Bada$$]
All of my chains and I'm feeling so free
I tried to tell 'em, I've been an OG (Yeah, yeah)
Tell me what they really know about me
I don't think they really know anything
Now you done fucked up, you woke up the beast
Everywhere I go, we force Bentley’s
We gon’ run down and they forced to retreat (Yeah)
Every last one of my niggas gon' eat

[Verse 2: Issa Gold]
She tryna fuck, make her knock her knees
Can’t hear you talk, I speak Guap-anese
Rapping to work, I'ma cop a key
Smoke out the V, tryna dodge police
Nigga been stuck in his ways
Bill Belichick, how I'm calling out plays
Causing a wreck, hope I don't catch a case
Watch how you step or my niggas will spray
G-Macking, keep the heat up packing (Huh?)
C-statik, keep the reach slumming (Uh, huh)
Squeeze-matic, see a team napping (Uh, huh)
Wreak havoc, none of my niggas capping, that’s a fact
Nigga been lit, I've been knocking out hoes
Rolling this zip, I'ma blow me a zone
Toolie is playing, you got to go
Don't fuck with niggas, just leave me alone

[Chorus: Joey Bada$$]
All of my chains and I'm feeling so free
I tried to tell 'em, I've been an OG (Yeah, yeah)
Tell me what they really know about me
I don't think they really know anything (Woo, woo)
Now you done fucked up, you woke up the beast
Everywhere I go, we force Bentley's
We gon' run down and they forced to retreat (Yeah)
Every last one of my niggas gon' eat

[Verse 3: Erick The Architect]
I'ma need more than a twenty at least
Grew from the slums, now we repping the Beast (Woo)
She got the cake, so I'm taking a piece
Made no mistake, I can play but not preach
Woke up a G, I put teams in the gang
Blessing the Karma, to build up my name
Blood on the rival, enduring the pain
All white huaraches in Europe, they train us
Too many rappers and not enough painters
Frida or Dali , my palette like monet
No one can stop me, I'm too stubborn to her
Only get down when I'm stuck in the groove
Wipe myself down and I'm busting a move
Gold is evident, ice on the tooth
In the meantime, I got nothing to prove
Ridin a hoopty with nothing to lose (Errt, Errt)

[Outro: Erick The Architect]
Lose (Errt, Errt)
Lose (Errt, Errt)